As I begin to gather unto me those who would give up all they have and follow, I find it instructive to learn from the intrepid souls who have trod this path before me. And this last week has taught me lots of lessons.… Read the rest “What Not To Do: Cult Edition”
Tag: thoughts
On Being Gross
Girls often worry about their obvious desperation, their runaway fears, all their pathetic yearning… that sort of thing. And for good reason; it can feel oppressive to people, the constant weight of all their fucking need.
But turns out, neediness and insecurity are only gross when you feel obligated to feed someone’s neediness and assuage her insecurity.… Read the rest “On Being Gross”
It’s the little things that kill…
I’ll never stop loving the fact that something this trivial absolutely fucking terrifies some otherwise badass bitches. The incongruity is delicious.
“Cut me, Daddy! Throw me down a flight of stairs! Punch me in the face, punch a baby into me, and then punch my code into the ATM so we can buy some Plan B and a cold compress!… Read the rest “It’s the little things that kill…”
Compatibility
This deep and abiding need you have to be wanted? Your fear that worshipping me will always leave you sad and slightly unfulfilled? The sinking certainty that you’re going to end up doing whatever I want, no matter what you have to lose?… Read the rest “Compatibility”
Aww!
Don’t worry your little head about it, dear. I don’t think an untrained monkey could have figured it out either, and y’know, monkeys are pretty smart and cool, so if you think about it that way, there’s really no reason to be upset.… Read the rest “”
Under Construction
Anything could happen, between the two of us. Everything. Nothing. It’s hard to say, and day-to-day. But whatever becomes of us, I want you to go on.
I want you to ache for me throughout a long, long life. I want you to write old-fashioned, pressed-flower-filled letters to me after I’m dead and you still have so many years left.… Read the rest “Under Construction”
I don’t want to yell.
Okay, sure, absolutely, I do want to yell at girls, to make them afraid or wet or both. But not when I want them to actually hear me.
That’s why I like the kind of girl I like. Because I don’t have to shout, make my face burn red, or put my fist through the wall next to her head.… Read the rest “I don’t want to yell.”
Try having some self-respect, ya fucking loser
sillysexystupid-deactivated2020:
I am unfamiliar w this “self-respect” you speak of. Elaborate pls?
Self-respect: a thing that is explicitly and plainly all about *you* that other people somehow feel entitled to make all about *them*.
Jesus, Tumblr.
“Long Blockchain Corp.”
Fuck it. I’m formally announcing that this blog will be henceforth known as “Blockchain Stories for Broken Girls.” Please forward all investment funds to my Paypal account.
I wish you could destroy me. I’m pretty useless otherwise….
I’m not a Millennial-hater; I think most of them are decent people with shitty parents, who had even shittier parents of their own. (It’s shit all the way down, really.)
But among the handful of things within Millennial culture that I genuinely despise, there are those YouTube videos where a few jackasses take an expensive, fully-functional, in-demand piece of technology out into a field and go full-on Office Space on it, just because they’re wealthy enough to not give a fuck.… Read the rest “I wish you could destroy me. I’m pretty useless otherwise….”